the sun beats down on us as we lie in the shade of a tree. the sky is a luscious blue and we can hear the boys yelling in the distance. i lie on emma's stomach and jazmin lies on mine and we rest happily, talking about boys and girls and love.
it's hot and i'm surrounded by people i love and care for.
it's hot and i am so glad i am not dead.
it's hot and i'm alive.
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where's my mind / poetry, oneshots etc.
Poetrywriting like i'm running out of time; like i need it to survive.
